Category: bits and pieces
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the other side
Miss me? I spent the last few days on the “other side” of the Cascades. On the off-chance that I might someday have a reader who doesn’t know me or Washington state, there’s western Washington (everything west of the mountains) and eastern Washington (everything east – duh). We are lucky enough to have several good…
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small but mighty
Coming off a monster weekend of playing hostess, I am compelled to come clean about something once and for all. When people come over, I am swamped with the need to make excuses for my wee, tiny house. Maybe not every time you come over, but for sure the first time. It is small –…
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goodwill hunting
I have recently renewed my long-dormant love for thrifting. I come by it rightfully – my mother is a garage sale queen. Seriously. The poor thing just had to move, and I am very grateful I live out-of-state and thus got to miss that whole nightmare. (I did offer to come help with her garage…
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groundhog day
So the groundhog didn’t see his shadow today which means an early spring. I am all for that. Definitely feeling a sun deficit. And a little cabin fever from being crammed in our little house since September. Time to take our living outside. I swear, sometimes, I actually am living Bill Murray’s life in “Groundhog…
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worry
The Boy Child, who is in fourth grade, is not what one would call “fond” of math. Or writing. And until recently, reading. If you ask him what his favorite thing about school is he will usually answer “recess” or “lunch”. (Sometimes, lately, he will say he likes when his teacher reads aloud during lunch. …
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outta whack
Some days are just not good from the get-go, and not for any reason you can put your finger on. I didn’t stay up late or drink too much, but my eyeballs don’t fit quite right, and my pants are bugging me. The morning light is not the right color and the way that tree…
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the wheels in my head
I ride the bus downtown to work every morning, about a 20 minute ride. Usually I get a seat. Sometimes, I knit and/or listen to music. Always, though, I percolate. It’s mostly quiet (the crazies are still asleep at 7 am) and the perfect time to just sit. Ideas and plans pop into my head…
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1985
FOLLY The cloud had turned on its V-8 engine and started to swoop down on me like some of those filthy seagulls but I blew it back with a mighty gust into the plaid-striped sky and made it cry great big silver tears I thought it might get its friends to gang up on me…
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not that i’m counting
WordPress was kind enough to send me some year-end blog stats, and I’ve thrown in a few of my own. Number of times this blog was viewed in 2010: 2,000! That is AMAZING to me. Also, slightly crazy. According to WordPress, that is 5 FULL 747’s! Day with the most traffic: March 12. The day…
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true confessions
I have a confession to make. Most of the time, I’d say a good 90%, I have no idea what I am doing. I have no idea what is for dinner tonight. Or any other night, for that matter. Once, I planned a week’s worth of menus and bought all the supplies. It was nice,…
foible and folly 